Pregnant With The Pup Of A Wealthy Old Man - Chapter 87

He handed the phone back to Meng Lele and went to his bed to get his own. Logging into Weibo, he posted an update.

**[Shen Yunxing v]: The boss visited the set today. Thanks to Mr. Fu for the dumplings; they were delicious~ [Picture]**

The photo was of everyone gathered together eating dumplings.

Within less than half a minute, there were already 99+ comments.

【Hmm, does this count as a clarification?】

【Well, how does it not count?】

【Let me, Sherlock Holmes, analyze this. Looking at the photo, Mr. Fu’s gaze is definitely on Shen Yunxing, and he’s smiling. Sisters, when have you ever seen Mr. Fu smile? Plus, everyone calls him Mr. Fu, but Shen Yunxing calls him Mr. Fu, not Mr. Boss! So, the conclusion of this case should be clear, right? [Adjusts glasses]】

【In summary: You’d better start shipping this quickly! [Tongue][Tongue]】

Shen Yunxing didn’t actually plan to clarify things. He knew that sooner or later, netizens would discover his relationship with Mr. Fu. Posting on Weibo was just to draw attention away from the safety seat.

Seeing the task accomplished, he put away his phone and went with Meng Lele to eat and prepare for the day’s filming.

In the morning, there were two scenes: one where Yang Xiaoyuan was beaten by Meng Jun for buying medicine for her sick brother, and another where Meng Jun, thinking the girl was useless, discussed privately with Er Gouzi about selling his sister.

These scenes made Yang Xiaoyuan even more determined to escape Meng Jun with her brother and sister.

Shen Yunxing had been working with Jiang Yide for more than twenty days and had already figured out this veteran actor’s style. Following his rhythm, he avoided quite a few beatings.

Today’s tasks were heavy. After only a half-hour break for lunch, filming continued intensely until past ten in the evening.

Returning to his room, Shen Yunxing took a bath and collapsed on the bed, not moving.

His phone rang. With his head buried in the pillow, he reached out to swipe his phone and lazily looked up.

**[Lele姐]: Yunxing, you and the boss were caught by paparazzi!**

Shen Yunxing frowned and typed back: What outing?

**[Lele姐]: You’ll know if you look at the boss’s Weibo!**

He was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and logged into Weibo. Clicking on Mr. Fu’s profile, he was completely shocked by the latest post.

**[Fu Tingzhou v]: Just a simple set visit [Picture]**

It wasn’t a group photo; the picture showed only Mr. Fu himself, deeply engrossed in eating a box of dumplings!

He steadied himself, pursed his lips, and clicked into the comments.

【Ahhhh, isn’t this coming out of the closet? Is it? Is it?!】

【It’s definitely coming out of the closet. Who posts just a solo photo after a set visit?】

【Wait, so this means coming out of the closet? This drama only has Shen Yunxing as a Shengshi Entertainment artist. If not posting his photo, who else would they post? It’s idiotic to boost other artists’ popularity for free.】

【Here comes the detail detective!!】

【Makes sense… But still, I don’t believe the two are innocent [Whispers]】

**Yu. Xi. Du. Jia.**

【Cp fans are waiting for a real answer [Cutely squatting]】

After reading the comments, Shen Yunxing silently thanked the netizen who changed the direction of the comments: Thank you, detail detective.

The issue trended for two days before fading without further developments.

Later, Fu Tingzhou came to visit the set again. This time he made his schedule public, so even if paparazzi caught him, it didn’t create much of a stir.

***Two Years Later***

“Mr. Shen, you and your Mr. Fu were caught by paparazzi!”

“So what if we were caught? It’s not the first time,” Shen Yunxing yawned, phone wedged between his neck and head, making coffee. “Lele姐, how many times has this happened? Why are you still so alarmed?”

“Alarmed? Do you have any idea how many brain cells I’ve lost trying to cover up for you and Mr. Fu in front of netizens over the past two years!” Meng Lele exclaimed in frustration.

“Last time, you and Mr. Fu were caught by paparazzi on a trip to City A. I lied and said you two just happened to meet. The time before that, you had just walked off the red carpet and immediately jumped into Mr. Fu’s luxury car. Do you know how hard I worked to suppress the hot search?”

“And here you are again, just two months later, exposed for staying at the same hotel as Mr. Fu!” Meng Lele took a deep breath. “Alright, I won’t mention the past. But this time, you two were caught holding hands at the cinema, and the camera was so clear it even showed the pimples on your forehead. Tell me, how should we cover this up?”

Shen Yunxing’s fingers holding the coffee cup paused slightly, and his brows furrowed.

“Lele姐,” he said seriously.

“Realized your mistake? Then quickly post an explanation on Weibo! Even if it’s just a casual selfie, it’s fine. No matter how you explain it, no one will believe it anyway,” Meng Lele said wearily.

“Let’s wait on that for now. There’s something more important I need to confirm.”

“What is it?”

“They actually captured pictures of me with pimples from a flare-up!”

In three hundred sixty-five days, the only time he had a flare-up was the night he and Mr. Fu had a little fun and the next day, he ate something spicy, resulting in two pimples on his forehead. To his surprise, paparazzi managed to catch that. It was infuriating!

Meng Lele: “…… You’re only worried about those two pimples on your forehead?”

“Lele姐, let them take whatever pictures they want,” Shen Yunxing looked at himself in the mirror, relieved to see his forehead clear, the pimples from yesterday had already gone away.

Sitting on the sofa, he took an orange from the fruit plate, peeling it as he said, “When I’m with Mr. Fu, I never intended to hide him, so I haven’t officially clarified anything with netizens.”

“You’re planning to go public?”

“Not at the moment,” he said, tossing a piece of orange into his mouth.

Hearing this, Meng Lele thought: That’s almost the same as being public. The whole internet has known about their relationship for two or three years. If they officially announce it one day, no one would be surprised; rather, it would be seen as expected.

Wait, could it be that this guy’s plan from the start was exactly this?

Meng Lele: “……”

She had been worried about this guy for over two years for nothing.

“Alright, as long as you and Mr. Fu are aware. By the way, where’s Zhouzhou? It’s been so long since I’ve seen him; I miss him.”

“He was taken to stay with Grandpa for the night. I’m going to pick him up now.”

As soon as Shen Yunxing finished speaking, the sound of the fingerprint lock at the entrance was heard, followed by his baby son’s little voice.

“Daddy, Zhouzhou’s back~” Dressed in a little naval uniform, Zhouzhou flew into his father’s arms like a gust of wind.

Shen Yunxing smiled, holding his son and kissing his little face.

“Baby’s back. Did you miss Daddy while you were at great-grandpa’s house?”

The little one nodded vigorously, his hat flying off.

“Mm-hmm, super, super missed!” He said, extending his chubby little finger to poke the side of Daddy’s face that hadn’t been kissed, “Daddy, kisses on this side too~”

“Alright.” Shen Yunxing smiled and gave his son another kiss on the other cheek.

 

“Does the little nose want a kiss?” he asked.

 

The little guy nodded. “Yes~ I want kisses on my eyebrows, eyes, hands, and tummy, all from Daddy~”

 

Fu Tingzhou, who had just put the vegetables he brought from Grandpa into the kitchen, came out and saw his son looking up at the young man, asking for kisses. He couldn’t help but tease with a smile, “Zhouzhou, you’re already so big and still being so clingy with Daddy.”

 

Zhouzhou, with his round little belly sticking out, looked seriously at his other dad. “Zhouzhou is two and a half years old, still a baby. Father, you go do your thing and don’t disturb me while I play with Daddy.”

 

“Bro, did you upset the baby again?” Shen Yunxing asked Fu Tingzhou in a huff, holding their son.

 

“The baby broke the purple clay teapot that Grandpa’s old comrade gave him. Grandpa didn’t want to scold him, so he hid in the room feeling upset for a while. I scolded him a bit, and he’s been mad at me all the way back,” Fu Tingzhou said with a helpless tone.

 

Seeing his father revealing his mistake, Zhouzhou shyly hid his little hands behind his back and looked at Daddy with anxious eyes.

 

“Daddy, Zhouzhou knows he was wrong,” the little guy said first. “The teapot was accidentally broken by Zhouzhou, but it’s all Xiaopang’s fault! It scolded Zhouzhou!”

 

“Who’s Xiaopang?” Shen Yunxing asked his son.

 

“It’s the dog that Godfather bought,” Zhouzhou said, stretching out his short, chubby arms to demonstrate. “It’s so big, it can carry Zhouzhou around. So cool~”

 

Shen Yunxing: “… How can a dog scold anyone?”

 

“It wouldn’t let Zhouzhou ride it. Zhouzhou grabbed its tail, and it turned around and bit Zhouzhou. Zhouzhou was scared and ran to find Father, accidentally breaking the teapot…” the little guy explained, counting on his fingers.

 

“Daddy, don’t be mad at Zhouzhou, okay? Zhouzhou knows he was wrong.” He threw himself into Daddy’s arms, giving several kisses on his cheeks.

 

Shen Yunxing was covered in his son’s drool. He held the little guy up and pretended to be angry. “Since Zhouzhou knows he was wrong, can you tell Daddy what you did wrong?”

 

Zhouzhou couldn’t articulate it, and he pouted, his little hands still behind his back.

 

After a moment, seeing that Daddy wasn’t coming to hold him, Zhouzhou looked up with a pitiful face and asked his father for help, “Daddy, Zhouzhou’s feet hurt…”

 

“Zhouzhou, remember what I said on the way back?” Fu Tingzhou encouraged.

 

Zhouzhou nodded and waddled over to his dad, pressing his little belly against his knee, speaking in a soft voice, “Zhouzhou was wrong. Zhouzhou shouldn’t have bullied the dog.”

 

“Daddy, don’t be mad at Zhouzhou, okay?”

 

Seeing the tears in his son’s eyes, Shen Yunxing felt a pang of compassion and quickly pulled his little one into his arms.

 

“Alright, Daddy won’t be mad anymore.” He kissed his son’s little nose.

 

“Daddy, I want a hug too~” The little guy waved his chubby paw toward his father.

 

Fu Tingzhou smiled. “Alright.”

 

Then he bent down and embraced both his son and Shen Yunxing.

 

Zhouzhou, happily hugged by both dads, giggled, “Daddy’s hands are so big, they can hold Zhouzhou and Daddy all at once!”

 

Shen Yunxing corrected his son with a smile, “Zhouzhou, it’s not that Daddy’s hands are big; it’s that his arms are long.”

 

“Mm-hmm, Zhouzhou knows~” The little guy tilted his head up, busily giving kisses here and there.

 

The phone was discarded and completely ignored by Meng Lele: “……”

 

Alright, you three enjoy your family time. I’ll just be here (smiley face).

 

Zhouzhou had a habit of taking a nap after lunch. After watching cartoons with his two dads, he fell asleep in Daddy’s arms.

 

“Daddy, Zhouzhou wants a little…” The little guy, so sleepy he could hardly keep his eyes open, didn’t finish his sentence before falling asleep.

 

“Hm? What does the baby want?”

 

Shen Yunxing, stroking his son’s hair, noticed that the little guy had stopped moving and asked Fu Tingzhou quietly, “Is he asleep?”

 

“Mm.” Fu Tingzhou nodded, picking up their son. “The sofa isn’t comfortable. I’ll take him to the nursery to sleep.”

 

“Okay.” Shen Yunxing leaned back on the sofa and winked at Fu Tingzhou. “Bro, come down quickly.”

 

Fu Tingzhou chuckled, settling their son upstairs, and found Shen Yunxing was already missing from the sofa.

 

The sound of running water from the bathroom caught his attention. He paused briefly and turned toward the bathroom.

 

“Bro?” Hearing footsteps, Shen Yunxing, with a head full of foam, called out with his eyes closed.

 

Through the frosted glass, the young man’s figure was a bit unclear.

 

Fu Tingzhou paused, swallowing nervously. “Hmm, why are you showering at this time?”

 

Shen Yunxing didn’t answer directly but said, “I’m going to the set tomorrow. This time, it’ll be about two months.”

 

Since the success of “Among Us” a year ago, which won the Golden Rooster Award, Shen Yunxing had become a major star. He was the first actor to win the Best Actor award for his debut film and had become the top new-generation actor.

 

Since then, scripts had kept coming. Over the past year, he had been non-stop, working on six projects, three blockbuster dramas, and a movie in the top three at the box office. There was also a drama and movie yet to be released but with great prospects. Netizens were eagerly anticipating.

 

Recently, he had finally managed to get a half-month break from Yan姐, but it was over in the blink of an eye.

 

Fu Tingzhou’s throat tightened upon hearing this.

 

“Mm, got it. Take care of yourself on set.”

 

Shen Yunxing: “??”

 

The script was wrong. Rewind!

 

He cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, “Take care of yourself? Is that how a servant speaks to the young master?”

 

After being with Mr. Fu for nearly three years, Shen Yunxing had long lost any sense of shame.

 

“Servant and Young Master”?

 

Fu Tingzhou chuckled; this was from a new little yellow book by Cola Teacher that was released yesterday.

 

“May I ask, Young Master, what should I do to make you feel better?” He patiently played along with the young man.

 

“You have a nice build. Come in and have some fun with Young Master, and Young Master will forgive you—”

 

Before Shen Yunxing could finish his lines, he was pinned against the wall by the man who had entered unnoticed and lost his ability to speak.

 

“Young Master, shall we continue?” Fu Tingzhou’s lips were pressed against the young man’s, his voice husky and sexy.

 

Shen Yunxing swallowed hard, wrapping his arms around Fu Tingzhou’s neck, and said with a dazed look, “Continue.”

 

An hour later—

 

“Daddy, Daddy, ahh—”

 

“Bro, the baby is crying…” Shen Yunxing nudged the man on top of him.

 

Fu Tingzhou frowned, then, resignedly, said, “I’ll go check upstairs.”

 

**Author’s Note:**

 

Zhouzhou (shyly clutching the hem of his clothes): Hello aunties, I’m Zhouzhou, and I’m two and a half years old~

 

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Zhouzhou (grateful airplane gesture): Thank you for the liquid, aunties~